WHAT mighty princes poets are! those things The great ones stick at, and our very kings Lay down, they venture on; and with great ease Discover, conquer, what and where they please. Some phlegmatic sea-captain would have stay'd For money now, or victuals; not have weigh'd Anchor without'em; thou, Will, dost not stay So much as for a wind, but go'st away, Land'st, view'st the country; fight'st, put'st all to rout, Before another could be putting out! And now the news in town is, D'Av'nant's come From Madagascar, fraught with laurel home; And welcome, Will, for the first time; but prithee, In thy next voyage bring the gold too with thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STAR-TALK by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES TO HIS CONSCIENCE by ROBERT HERRICK THE UNFORGIVEN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH NEGRO GIRL by IRENE COOPER ALLEN THE BEACHCOMBER by MILDRED DOSCH BANTA DEAD JOYS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE THREE SORROWS by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX |